( there is a certain amount of resistance she had expected from him. amused as he preperutally seems to be, she thought he would challenge her more of this own entertainment before giving her what he's given already--it seems like a lot for practically nothing. so that wall, it's a bit like the other shoe finally dropping, and she's waiting for it, in the back of her mind preparing to fall onto her back heel when the footing ahead finally reveals itself to be as flimsy as she suspected it to be.

until then, she pushes forward, dauntless to her own fears and caution. knowing nothing of this daemon business, and having no reasons to suspect it, she's just assumed he's a mortal who has lived thoroughly too long. his mental health she cannot help him with, she doubts there's much even a competent expert could do.

but this? asking if she can help? that she can do.

she leans forward, and offers him a gesture with a flat open palm. )

All right, so you are functional. But are there any complications which bother you? As I said before, I think I might be able to help you on my own. I have a way of treating the symptoms of genetic anomalies.